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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Apr 26, 2016 2:34:50 GMT
From amidst the chaos that just started to die down, the group could hear Grull roar one last time. Whether this was a roar of approval, defiance, or Grull was just roaring to roar wasn't clear, but Grull had made his voice heard.
"Hey, might as well take a few poor saps down with me. I mean, other than them, of course." Zoie pointed to the mass of corpses that was once the police force of Whereverweareopolis. With more police on the way, Zoie decided she'd better bolt. She dragged her baseball bat through the portal where Pinhead had just left though.
Grull merely started lumbering over toward where Zoie Kaiji was laying and poked her a few times. Seeing that she wasn't getting up, Grull decided tiny human was dead and ate her. Then he stepped though the portal, too, accidentally bumping one of his broad shoulders into Kuthlax in the process.
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Post by ramenigma on Apr 26, 2016 2:40:29 GMT
Kuthlax didn't say anything. Instead, he closed off the portal and rerouted it's end point into the inside of an active volcano.
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Post by melcaroni on Apr 26, 2016 2:58:28 GMT
Pinhead heard the bump, but when he saw what had happened, his shades slipped from his head in horror.
In this day alone, the boy had been diagnosed with a terminal illness, surrounded by gunfire and death, and watched several people die. But it was only now, seeing the hulking orange troll brush shoulders with Squid Satan, that he truly felt terror.
Before he could leap back, the rip was closed-- And the next thing he saw was boiling magma, growing closer and closer as he fell to his doom.
"Oh fuck me GRULL YOU IDIOT!!" Pinhead screamed as he fell to his doom. Several feet below him, his sunglasses splashed into the magma, sucked down by the heat and instantly melting. Oh god-- When his grenade-head impacted, that was going to fucking HURT. He could hear the pin jangling madly against the side of his head, threatening to fly loose and end him here and now.
Shit. Shit shit shit. I'm not ready to die. Oh god. Oh god oh god this can't be the end. Not like this. I've spent so goddamn long don't let me die like this for the love of sweet Jesus don't let this be the end, please God, please Satan, please fucking ANYTHING DON'T LET THIS BE THE END--
A vision popped into his head, a young boy sitting in a pile of toys, while mother and father bickered over the dinner table. As their voices raised, the boy picked up his toys, returned to his room, and cracked open his book, dreaming, that this was not the only world he'd have to live in.
If there was one thing he could remember, the only true thing that book had taught him, it was this:
Things could always get fucking worse.
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